Dust in my throat, my eyes
Blue skies
Flies
Buzzing around my head
Dead
Eyes staring, pleading
Needing
Rain
Parched soil, cracked earth
Wasted girth
Birth
Of another scorching day
Away
Over the plain
Ever elusive
Rain
A brisk wind, a cloud up high
Trees sigh
My
Eyes turn to the West
Thunderous claim
A chance
Rain
Joy, fear, doubt, dread
Thoughts rush through my head
Lead
Drops on a tin roof
Heavy, promising
Fleeting
Disappointing
Drought
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